No worse a husband than the best of men.
Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
LEONATO Neighbours, you are tedious. DOGBERRY It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
Now is the winter of our discontent.